Chapter 45 Post-mortem

"Miss Isayama's body is inside. Pushing one wheel of his wheelchair and turning himself to Zhao Mian, Jinguji said to Zhao Mian, "But are you really sure you want to wade into this troubled water? As far as I know, Huangquan's relationship with you is not even that close. ”

"If you want to find the truth of the matter, but you are not even prepared to sink into the mud, then I will not mention this matter to you. Zhao Mian didn't stop his steps, but walked straight past Jinguji Temple and Nikaido - Zhidai was left outside the intensive care room by him, taking care of the girl who was still in a coma and weeping, "As for the relationship between the two people, is it important? She needs help, and I happen to have the power to do this, so is it worth your investigation if I help her?" After speaking, he ignored the two women standing outside the morgue, pushed open the heavy door and walked in.

"Bang. Zhao Mian closed the door casually, the metal material, the specially made gate for the occurrence of various things and the rise in temperature was very well isolated from the sound inside and outside. Outside the house, Jinguji and Nikaido did not choose to leave, and they fell into an indescribable silence, as if some kind of thought was bothering them.

"Now, Kiri. After a long time, Jinguji gently called out the name of the woman who had been with her.

"What's the matter, Miss Jinguji. Nikaido immediately responded to the other party's call.

"If it's really like Mr. Zhao said, you don't really need so many reasons to help someone, then is it really right?" little by little, Jinguji explained his problem, "The other party is even a suspect." ”

"Maybe that's because Mr. Zhao doesn't expect to get any benefits from this series of things. The beautiful woman in men's clothes explained her point in her own cold tone and thinking, "He has an unusually strong strength, so he can ignore the obstacles that would have been the investigation of the truth of the matter." And what he is pursuing is only the truth of the matter, and he also said that if the truth of the matter is that Huang Quan is indeed the murderer, then the legal sanctions still need to be enforced. What he wants to seek may be justice alone. ”

"Impartial...... Jinguji sighed softly, but this small voice was heard far away in the passage of the empty hospital basement, "Justice!"

Putting aside the two who fell into silence again, we turned our gaze to Zhao Mian again.

Closing the door to the morgue, Zhao Mian focused his gaze on the room, which was a little too vast for the temporary storage of corpses. There was no need to look for it, because there was only one corpse in this room, and the only light in the room shone on it, as if to highlight the corpse.

"Bah. Zhao Mian walked in the direction of the corpse, but before he could take a few steps, a voice came from under his feet—it sounded like the sound of some kind of beetle being trampled, most likely the voice of a cockroach, because that creature likes such a place. If it was somewhere else, Zhao Mian might have ignored such a small sound, but this is different, this is a morgue, and in order to maintain the integrity of the corpse, generally speaking, such creatures such as bugs will not appear. So he looked down and looked at what he had stepped on—and it turned out to be something he hadn't expected.

It was a butterfly, a very beautiful butterfly just from the outside, its wings were rendered in very gorgeous colors, and the phosphorus powder also exuded its own blue brilliance in the darkness. Such a beautiful butterfly, if flying in the night sky, I am afraid it is a very beautiful thing - maybe people who are immersed in the scene will feel like they are falling into a fairyland, not like the world.

But - it is not human. Zhao Mian picked up one of the butterfly wings, and he quickly recognized the origin of the thing in front of him, it was not a pure creation of nature, and no butterfly would die in this gloomy basement because it got lost. This is a carrier of power, and it is also one of the manifestations of this power, and this thin butterfly wing also represents that someone else has peeked into this place.

But the information at hand was insufficient, Zhao Mian frowned and carefully put the butterfly wing in his hand into the space bag - after all, he didn't know much about many things in this world, so he couldn't deduce too many things from this butterfly wing alone. But he didn't know, there were always people who knew, and if he showed others what he could collect, he would eventually get the answer.

After examining the surroundings a little, Zhao Mian, who found no more clues, walked to the side of the corpse, and then pulled the white cloth covering the other party's body - what appeared in front of him was undoubtedly a dead corpse.

White hair, dark red eyes, and a beautiful face - if the other party was still alive, there was no doubt that she was a beautiful woman. There are many wounds on the other party's body, but the most conspicuous is a penetrated wound in the middle of the chest, judging from the shape of the wound, it should have been pierced by some slightly thick sharp weapon first, and then completely penetrated by the whole weapon, Zhao Mian found some wood chips on the inside of the wound, which may have fallen from the weapon. But if you judge from the first glance, the fatal injury to this corpse is not a chest wound, because the head of this corpse has been cut off completely, and the manpower to cut off her head is not small, and the sharpness of the weapon in her hand is also enough, this time the knife is clean and neat, and the fracture is also very neat- However, this is not a fatal wound, because there is no sign of dilation of the opening of the neck artery at the wound, which means that there is no blood spurting out of the wound, or that when the person's head was cut off, her blood pressure was not enough for her arterial blood to spurt out. This situation is not common in modern society, but it is a very easy thing to see in ancient society, especially on the battlefield, because the head also represents merit, and cutting off the head of a corpse is not an incomprehensible thing.

This corpse was a little strange, and after a careful examination, Zhao Mian once again covered the other party's corpse with a white cloth. She was supposed to be in a state of battle when she died, because even after death, her muscles remained tense, but her expression was full of reluctance and fear, which did not look like fear of death, but as if she had done something to be afraid. But these are still secondary, and some of the atrophied blood vessels in this corpse even indicate that this corpse is still active for a long time when it has lost its hematopoietic function. In other words, this guy would have died otherwise, but he had transformed into some kind of vampire-like existence and had been active for a long time, until he was beheaded and completely dead, but Zhao Mian did not find the teeth that vampires used to eat in her mouth, nor did he find signs of zombie morture after turning into a zombie.

Isayama, who was a human being, died for a few days, but because of some circumstances, she continued to act for a few days. Zhao Mian said with a frown, his voice echoing in the silent morgue, "With some details to consider, it can be inferred that she has done something that she did not want during this period of activity, no matter what it is, the final result is the corpse in front of me, and the Isayama Huangquan over there, I don't know if there is a break from anemia shock." ”

He turned and walked out, pushed the door open, and the voice of Jinguji rang out.

"Did you find anything?" Although she was in a wheelchair and her lower body could not move freely, Miss Jinguji still leaned forward to show her concern about this matter.

"Yes. Zhao Mian stared at her face for a while, and after thinking for a while, he began to say, "Miss Isayama actually died a few days ago, several wounds on her body were caused a few days ago, and she herself has lost her hematopoietic function for a while, and the degree of atrophy of blood vessels indicates that blood pressure that a normal person absolutely cannot rely on to survive has lasted in her body for a while. But there's a problem, if she really died a few days ago, then what is Miss Isayama who has been in contact with Isayama Huangquan for the past two days, yesterday and today?"

"This ......" Jinguji hesitated.

"I don't have the information to do it, and I don't have enough information. Zhao Mian shook his head, and then took a step forward, "Let's go, Isayama Huangquan should have woken up by now, I believe that we should get some terrible news from her." ”